I'm a little more beer bottle, beer joint than a fancy barI'm a little more sittin' up high on the road than a little carI'm a little more bust your back and take it for freeThat's how I'll always beI'm a little more lose my temper than to sit on the backI'm a little more old Hank Williams than that trendy crackI love a flat wood old front porch made of an old, old treeThat's how I'll always beI'll always be a fan of old stray dogs and guitars playin'One room church's back road walkin', front porch swingin'Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple thingsThat's how I'll always beI got friends that say I live a little like Cool Hand LukeFast cars and motorcycles, raisin' hell in cowboy bootsHey, on a Sunday morning, I'll take the back row seatThat's how I'll always beI'll always be a fan of old stray dogs and guitars playin'One room church's back road walkin', front porch swingin'Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple thingsThat's how I'll always beI'm a fan of church rock bouncin' off a Chevy FenderThat feelin' that you get the first time she lets you kiss herRusty roofs that rattle when the rain is fallin' downHandshake deals, fresh-cut hayfields and hometownsI'll always be a fan of old stray dogs and guitars playin'One room church's back road walkin', front porch swingin'Sunset skies, bonfire nights, I love the simple thingsThat's how I'll always beThat's how I'll always beThat's how I'll always beThat's how I'll always be